Oxford Town - Barbara Dickson

Oxford town, Oxford town

Everybody’s got their heads bowed down

Sun don’t shine above the ground

Never going down to Oxford town

He went down to Oxford town

Guns and clubs followed him down

All because his face was brown

Better get away from Oxford town

Oxford town around the bend

Come to the door and couldn’t get in

All because of the colour of his skin

What do you think about that, my friend

Me and my girl and my girl’s son

We got met with a tear gas bomb

I don’t even know why we come

Going back to where we come from

Oxford town in the afternoon

Everybody’s singing a soft tune

Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon

Somebody better investigate soon